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Oh yes i forgot to say in the original review of mine for chp 10 and 11 is that what you did to Mew was Pokemon Abuse. lol. it was just so sad, Mes loses her kid and goes insane. i love the statement in chp11 where the docs say we can always make a new baby for Mew but Mew yells she wants her baby and not another one. sad sad. =(

I had The Birth of Mewtwo CD Drama in mind by that time. In it, Amber dies, leaving little Mewtwo alone. He overhears Dr. Fuji that they could always clone his daughter again, and he goes into a rage because there was only one Amber who had talked to him. Which is the reason why they sedated him, his brainwaves were going out of control, and it was possible he could have destroyed himself. They only had tips of the eyelash fossil left, so they couldn't afford to lose him.

So to parallel the CD Drama with this chapter, and to back up Legion's statement that she was no different than him, the scientists know they could always get more eggs from her, have them be fertilized, and get her pregnant as many times as needed. Because she developed a relationship with the unborn child, and had been looking forward to raising it as her own, she went into a rage herself. Whereas Mewtwo's rage against the scientists was more because he was confused and (if you want to go with the dub) learned he was nothing more than an experiment. So in a way, Mew had it harder than him.

And when Mewtwo said about he touched Mew i just went o.o. is it really what i think it means?

^_^; Uh... no... I swear. I just meant that he was able to hold her, you know? It's like saying I reached across the screen to feel your arm so I'd know you were real (lol, don't worry, I know you are xD). That's what he meant. I didn't catch that in time... the part where he says he was "intimate" is more appropriate for that part, but even then...

This fan-fic is the best I've ever seen.
Chapters 1-10: YESSSSS! Sheer win in every word.
But the only problem I'd ever have is with chapter 11...
I read it, and thought of myself "wat. Wat. WAT?"
O_O
They did WHAT to Mew?

But the only problem I'd ever have is with chapter 11...
I read it, and thought of myself "wat. Wat. WAT?"
O_O
They did WHAT to Mew?

Ahh, you still can't believe what happened to her, right? It was a cloning attempt. They did it with her fur at first, taking the DNA from the strands and tampering it with the DNA of an embryo, thus mutating it. Well, it wasn't going so well, and it resulted in rather disturbing outcomes. "Plan B" was for her to be a surrogate mother. There are ways to make someone pregnant artificially. Or course, because they were unsure of when her ovulation period began, they had to do this manually, and that meant taking one (or two by some sheer luck) of her eggs directly out of an ovary. In a way, this was artificial insemination as they forced the egg to fertilize. It had barely begun dividing its cells when they inserted it into her through the same way they took her eggs. That was one mistake.

They made sure she was healthy the entire pregnancy, but they really could care less about her, with exception of possibly Bridget. ("Sir" said himself they could just impregnate her again, just as long as she was kept alive and well.) But she was poisoning the baby even though it was possible that the baby was going to die anyway because of the forced fertilization. A sperm needs to "match" or "connect" with the egg before fertilization happens, and they didn't wait for that. So the baby may have had more or less chromosomes, which would have resulted in death or Down's Syndrome (which would lead to death anyway, as they would have disposed of it). So either way, it was a loss-loss for Mew and the scientists. Of course, Mew didn't get that, all she knew was she was going to be a mother, and though she never wanted this baby, her belief was if she was meant to have it, then she will love it like a mother should. Thus the bittersweet relationship, and why she went berserk. (You can partially also blame the hormones for this.)

Was that what you were looking for ^_^;? Your comment was rather disoriented, so all I got from it was that you were still confused about it all.

It was really that... "Something foreign inside Mew" part that threw me off... And nearly scarred me for life. O_ō

Lol, sorry about that xD. Because she couldn't see what they were sticking in her, all she (and Mewtwo) knew was it was foreign. But you know that needle they brought it? Yeah... but bud, you ain't scarred for life until you see the images yourself. *twitches*

Nice way to start it off. Definitely not what I expected from a Pokemon fic, but you still did good. Characters were well-defined, along with their personalities (some of them, anyways.) The setting gave true story a dark feel to it, something I always love to see. Even reading just the first page, I already got a sense of what could happen. And after the "Ragnarok" event, That changed drastically. The appearence of Arceus was expected, but not in such a manner, nor was the mortality of the Legendaries. That's really when the story got interesting for me. The story took on a life of its own, nearly imitating what would happen if any group of 33 people (8 females and 25 males) ended up stuck together in a dead world. And it was that very connection to reality that made this interesting story so, well... Interesting.

All in all, the first few chapters got me addicted to this thing. If I had to give it a rating on a scale of 1-10, I'd give this thing a 9.2/10. There's always something to improve on, and here, I'd recommend fusing slightly different word choice. I found some of the words you used to make a bit less sense than other words that could've been used.

I'm on Spring Break, but I think I would have finished this chapter even if I didn't. Maybe.

I found this a hard chapter to write. I don't exactly know why, whether it was lack of inspiration, the stress of the final weeks of college, I have no idea. Maybe it was because I really did take my time, and it was just slow work. Whatever the case, I'm still not happy with the outcome, but I'm done with the chapter nonetheless.

Enjoy!

*~*~*~*

Chapter Twelve:Broken

“Again, the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high mountain... And saith unto him,
All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me.”
-- Matthew 4:8-9

*~*~*

September nights were usually fairly mild in the Johto region. However, a cold chill lingered in the camp that night, and a fire did little to heat them up. Not that it would have mattered if they did notice. Their anxiety was enough they could not care less if they slept or ate. On the whim of Ho-oh and their guardians, the youngest of them (Manaphy and Latias) had to get their rest. The others willingly searched for Mew and Mewtwo, and medicinal herbs for Celebi around the clock. While expected to live, he was still recovering from the attack and had to remain at the site as much as he wanted to join in the searches. Mesprit had chosen to keep him company and be the main healer (even with Deoxys jokingly calling her the “personal nurse”, much to her chagrin).

After the last group returned for the night, they met around the fire for a meeting, huddled up with little physical contact. The phoenix gravely started it off, his eyes appearing sunken in from exhaustion and worry. “It's been about forty-eight hours, give or take, and there is still no sign of Mew or Mewtwo. They have left no traces, and even if they did, none of us have been able to pick it up anywhere.”

“It's like they disappeared off the map, what the hell, Mew,” Raikou sniveled lowly from where he slouched. His sister was too tired to even give him a small swipe. She just gave him an aside glare in warning.

“Your argument is invalid,” Rayquaza grunted.

“Like yours is any better,” Palkia snorted, rolling his eyes. “Seriously, what were you thinking? So apparently, according to you, Mew is suffering from some form of 'sexual withdrawal syndrome' in that she finally snapped, thus she beat up Celebi to screw him, but she failed and stole Mewtwo away. How does that make any sense?”

“Don't judge me, it makes sense in context!”

“We know Mew long enough to know she would never do that,” Shaymin piped up, having altered to her Sky Forme. “And besides, prior to that, she had been avoiding the lot of us—and by 'lot' I mean the males—and had been having a hard time sleeping. Actually, come to think of it... I don't think I ever saw her sleep that whole week.”

“I'm telling you, it's the hormones! They attack your brain and take control of your body!”

“You're just saying that because you're incapable of scoring with dames,” the alien quipped under his breath.

Cresselia smacked him.

“Can we stay on the subject, please?” Ho-oh sighed heavily, pinching his brows. “We're wasting time that we could be spending on finding Mew and Mewtwo.”

“Or sleeping,” Giratina coughed to the side, quickly fanning himself with a wing. Then he added with a smirk, “You think they are as we speak?” A few Legendaries snickered to themselves.

“Giratina, this is serious!” the Sky Guardian snapped, irises gleaming in the firelight.

“So am I.”

Fighting the want to smack him, he resumed like he hadn't spoken, “We don't know the situation behind it all. All we know is that Mew isn't acting herself. If she proves to be wild, Mewtwo may be in danger—that we all may be in danger. If she is unable to control herself, then this world will die.” Lugia raised a feather for a correction, prompting him to harshly explain further, “For good.”

“May we ask why?” Groudon grunted with a glare.

Uxie stepped forward, lightly touching Ho-oh's wing for silent permission. When he backed off, the Knowledge Legendary took over. “Have you forgotten about Mew's ability? She is believed to have the DNA of all Pokémon, and thus she should be able to create all the species, possibly more. We do not know how the first Mew did it, whether she had a mate or not. But if Mew were to die, so would the world when the last of us dies.”

“Who says we need to recreate every single species?”

“Arceus, dumb-ass,” Kyogre gurgled to himself, making sure no one could clearly hear him.

“What was that, fish sticks?!”

“Arceus commanded us to,” Uxie echoed in a louder tone, scowling at the land titan. “This entire planet cannot be filled with just thirty-three species. There needs to be hundreds, the way it was meant to be. Mew is the key to achieving that.”

The land titan grunted. “And that means the twenty-five of us all have to knock her up however many times it takes to fill the whole earth.” Giratina, Deoxys and a few others quickly covered their mouths or ducked to giggle.

The shudder running through the fairy was so subtle, only Ho-oh noticed it. “It may not have to come to that.”

“Right, because Mewtwo will have taken all the goods for himself. He'll spoil the fun for us.”

“Enough of this!” Shaymin screamed up at Groudon, face contorting in rage. “Please, no more! This is a matter of life and death, and you're treating it like a joke! How can you make assumptions like that?!” They stared down at her like she had suddenly spouted out a wave of expletives, slowly glancing at each other from the corner of their eyes. Shaking her head, she choked out, “Do you not care about this world anymore? About Mew? She and Mewtwo are in trouble, and thus our fate hangs in the balance. And yet... th-these obscene jokes... they have to stop. This is our future we're talking about... not the past.” She then hung her head, covering her eyes with a paw. Slowly, she reverted back into her Land Forme as she broke down before them.

Everyone, the titans especially, felt awkward at the sight of her emotive state, and they averted their gazes to the trees as the silence deepened. Their thoughts wandered to other matters to help lighten up their mood, though some grew notably depressed.

There was a cough off to the side, followed by a slight groan. They turned their attention to Celebi making an effort to sit himself up against Mesprit's demands. He only held up a hand to silence her as he looked up at the Legendaries. “I... I can't believe you would think of Mew that way,” he croaked out, visibly trembling. “Sh-Shaymin is right... our future is important... not about someone's s... sex life. If any.”

His arms gave out under him, the Lake Guardian promptly catching him to hold him up. After another painful cough, he continued, “And all those theories... they can't be true. Mew didn't attack me, she never would have. No... it was something else pre... tending to be her. I saw it... i-in those eyes.”

When he nodded, a few murmurs rolled through the crowd. Latios was shaking his head in near-disbelief. “No. There's no way she would have. I had seen her a couple of hours before, she seemed fine then. Except she did have an argument with Mewtwo.”

“Was it a lover's quarrel by any chance?” Deoxys blurted out, a hint of a smirk in his voice.

He glanced up at him with a raised brow, but answered nonetheless, “Sounded like it. From what I gathered... as confusing as it was, considering that Mewtwo had been beating me up shortly before, they're rather close. They actually may be mates.”

“Wait, wha? You were beat up?” the alien interrupted, drowning out the last part of his statement. “But you said you ran into a tree!”

“Mewtwo said it,” Heatran corrected him, rolling his eyes. “You were getting ready to play some stupid card games at that moment.”

“Like I was saying,” the Eon dragon stressed while glancing at them, “while they were arguing, I heard Mewtwo mention something about them having 'more than one intimate moment together', or something along the lines of that. From what I've gathered, they might be mates.”

Some of the larger Legendaries lost their balance while the others gaped at Latios. Only Ho-oh seemed unfazed enough to speak. “And when two beings are mates, then some form of intercourse most likely has happened, thus the 'intimate moment' part.”

“So Mewtwo banged Mew?!” Entei gasped, eyes bugging out and jaw unhinging. Suicune walked away elsewhere, not wanting to deal with him anymore at the moment.

“Now, we can't draw to conclusions about that—”

“So the reason for Mew attacking Celebi and stealing Mewtwo away was not due to a form of withdrawal syndrome, but because she's pregnant?” Rayquaza snapped his claws together. “It all makes sense now!”

“Mew's not pregnant,” Moltres huffed.

“Yeah, we would have heard it,” Zapdos quipped. His sisters and peers sent him death glares.

“I didn't say they are mates, I said they might be,” Latios sighed, pinching his brows.

Darkrai frowned a little, resting a hand under his chin. “If they are, it doesn't make sense why they wouldn't be together this whole time.”

“Yeah, well, you and Cresselia are together, but you aren't mates,” Palkia snorted. “Though come to think of it, you're always together.” He looked between them in suspicion as the phantom ducked his head, a visible blush burning on his cheeks. The swan found herself strangely interested with the sparks flying from the fire.

“I don't think it matters at the moment if the two are having some form of relationship,” the Sky Guardian intervened (sending the renegade a warning look), “all we can agree on is that Mew is not herself. There is something else at work here, but whatever it is, it's not a good sign. With Mew going rogue, it puts our fate on the line, and it's her decisions that determine if we live or die. Whether or not Mewtwo is involved in this is not for us to make assumptions. If what Latios says is true...”

He closed his eyes with a slight shake to the head, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. His voice lowered somberly when he looked back up. “Mew is the key to our survival. It is from her that all life shall come to pass. However... she is a believer of life-mates, and thus multiple mates do not set well with her. This is just a guess, but it's possible the stress of this sacred, responsible duty has finally taken its hold on her. And out of some desperation of feeling like she had to choose, she went with the one who will most likely be compatible with her. She and Mewtwo will create life together... if that's what she wants. Only time will tell what will become of us, if we get along, or fight to the death.”

He kept his beak shut for a few minutes, trying to get his emotions under control and waiting for anyone to speak up. There were some restless shuffling from the Legendaries, but no other sound was made, except for Shaymin sniffling beside him (unless it was coming from elsewhere). Most of them had their heads down or tilted back, generally avoiding eye-contact. The emotional atmosphere pushed down on them, compressing their hearts and making them feel ill.

Ho-oh then let out a sigh to help release tension from within. “I feel we need to pray.”

It snagged their attention. The more solemn of the group only glanced up before nodding. Others, like Groudon and Giratina, stared at him like he spontaneously combusted. “You serious?” the land titan growled.

“I know we're not the praying type, but when it comes to times like this, we don't have a choice.”

“I have to agree, what's the point?” Kyogre remarked, though he was more skeptical than pessimistic. “What's praying going to do? We going to expect Arceus or whoever to show up and give us more pointless instructions?”

“You don't have to join us if you don't feel comfortable about it,” he simply stated. “You may even leave if you want to. I won't stop you.” He held out his wings to the two nearest Legendaries, Shaymin and Moltres. They grabbed hold without a word, then reached out for another hand. Mesprit aided Celebi over when he had moved to stand, prompting her brothers to join in. Others helped form the circle, some more hesitant, such as Deoxys who grumbled about how dumb it sounded, but went ahead to hold hands anyway. Much to the surprise, but delight of Latios, his sister and Manaphy rushed over from the forest, crying rivers. Slowly, the giant and older Legendaries made up their minds and squeezed themselves in (though some, like Rayquaza, had to improvise if they couldn't clasp hands).

Giratina was the only one to remain motionless, a frown of disappointment on his face. “Let me get this straight: we're praying to a being who may or may not exist, and who may or may not care for us.”

“It's all we can do right now,” Darkrai breathed out.

“Why, what's it going to do for us? I've heard people say their prayers, but look where that got them.” He snorted. “For all I know, Arceus is too busy to listen to us.”

“Who said it was Arceus?”

He rolled his eyes. “Well gee, he was the only one who showed up at all.”

“Is it because you still have issues with him?” Dialga muttered, Palkia and Regigigas keeping a hold on his crystalline wing. He was turned away from the renegade to see his glare, though he twitched a little upon feeling the stare.

“If you don't want to pray with us, Giratina, then you are free to leave,” the phoenix assured him. “We just ask of you to keep Mew and Mewtwo in your thoughts.”

He stood there for half a minute looking incredulously at the group, stomping in place while grumbling under his breath. Finally, he grew too frustrated and pushed himself in between Darkrai and Heatran with a glower. He glanced down at the two, and with a huff, lowered his wings for them to take a hold of. They nodded up at him before turning to Ho-oh. He sent the ghostly dragon a mellow look before bowing his head.

It took a few seconds for him to think of the first words to say, then they hesitantly stumbled out. “...Our Father in Heaven... we come to Thee as... a family group in a state of sorrow...” He felt his wings being lightly squeezed, and his heart lifted a little. (There was a quiet scoff possibly from Giratina, but it was too far off to know for sure.) Ho-oh quickly took a breath. “We know Thou hast spared us so for the sake of Thy work, that it may come to pass as it was declared in the days of its beginnings. Ye know of our weaknesses, of our failures...” There was a short pause, and he swallowed. “...we have let Thee down, have gone as far as to forsake Thee.

“Lord... we come to Thee for Thy merciful hand in this dark hour. Please help us... protect us from this evil which plagues this land... we have strayed into its grasp. We realize now that we cannot do this on our own.” Somewhere before him, he heard what may have been a mumble of agreement. “We ask of Thee to watch over our dear friends, Mew and Mewtwo, precious souls of Thine... wherever they may be. Keep them close... they need Thee more than we do. But we also ask of Thee to guide us to them, to bring them back... to deliver them from their inner demons. Save them—”

His voice caught, and he struggled to choke the words out as his eyes watered behind their lids. With encouraging, tighter squeezes from Shaymin and Moltres, he found the strength and opportunity to redo the sentence while he began to crack. “Lord, please bless them with safety. If not from sin, then from a premature death. They cannot return home to Thee at this present time... not while in this filthy sin... n-not while they are so broken. We beg of You—Thee... mend us together again... make us whole again... for our children's sakes... for everything. F-Fill us all with love... with the strength of Thy Spirit, and forgive us... forgive us of our i... iniquities. We all say these from th-the bottom of our hearts... in the name of Thy Son... the Savior, Christ Jesus... amen.”

A chorus of “amen”s slowly weaved its way through the group. It was only after he was sure it was done with that the phoenix cast his eyes about. Many had sorrowful looks as they stared at him, some weeping silently (few like Latias and Entei were fighting back sobs). Everyone still held hands, refusing to move from their spot or to even wipe away tears. Ho-oh was aware he was close to crying himself, though he tried to ignore the watery film clouding his vision. When he locked eyes with Giratina, he noticed the solemn gaze in his scarlet oculars, almost that of a far-away look. The moment he blinked, he was more aware of him, staring back.

It was then a lone, silver tear dropped down his face, and he briefly nodded in his direction. “Amen.”

He smiled as he wept.

*~*~*

He couldn't sleep that night. He couldn't because he didn't want to. And he didn't want to because he didn't care.

Time slipped by without a moment's notice, that Mewtwo hardly even noticed he was tired. As much as his body wanted its rest, he refused to take heed of it. All he did was slump against the wall, staring blankly at the floor with dry eyes. His thoughts were fixated on the harsh past of his counterpart at first, then they gradually melted away into nothing when it was burned into memory, leaving a hollow, burning space. There was no indication he knew of Legion's presence when Mew had entered the chamber with a pleased expression. Even when the shadowed shackles released him, he only fell and remained motionless on the floor. Somewhere inside his psyche, he caught word of her ordering him to leave the room to relieve himself, and he slowly forced himself up to trudge by wordlessly to the next room. He was vaguely aware of a chill and what may have been the exit to the outside, but the clone easily pushed it from mind. When he finished up, he returned and at last felt the need for a long rest.

Mew then paused before him, softly laying her paws against his chest to bring him to a halt. She stared for a while into his dim eyes before waving her tail back and forth in front of his face. Mewtwo barely even twitched, not once glancing away. Chuckling to herself, she skimmed her claws against his jaw, then leaned forward and licked his chin. Not a movement. Pressing herself into his torso, she planted a kiss to his mouth, easing it open to poke her tongue inside. Her hands kneaded his shoulder blades and sternum sensuously as she wrapped her tail around to lightly fondle his limp appendage.

He let out a moan, and slowly shook his head, pulling away. “No,” he mumbled, closing his eyes. “I will not...”

Legion seethed at his response. “You must be stronger than I thought. Your heart is broken, yet your spirit remains whole.”

“...even my spirit is broken...”

“Then should you not care what you do anymore?”

He swayed in place, forcing Mew to move him against the wall. He slid down to a painful sitting position, exhaling out a shallow breath. “Not anymore...”

Entangling her tail around his waist, she straddled his chest. “Then you shall be able to do as I say from now on, Mewtwo. And we will start off by having you submit your will to me.” She ghosted a kiss onto his nose. “You are mine, to forever satisfy the wants of this body. You shall obey every word that leaves these lips,” a quick lip-locking, “to follow the sound of your beloved's voice. If she tells you to come, you shall come. If 'move that mountain' is ever mentioned, you shall move said-mountain.” She ducked down to run her tongue against his throat. “You shall answer when called upon, shall go wherever she goes...” During the short pause, she scooted down to kiss his chest, and her voice lowered to a sultry purr. “...and you shall play along when she wants you to play.”

When she pressed numerous kisses to his belly, the clone shuddered beneath her, his trembling hands reaching up to grasp her shoulders. “...I-I cannot,” he gasped, though the crack in his voice gave it away.

Mew slyly slid one of his hands along her body. “Of course you can, Mewtwo. You and Mew are mates for life. Anything goes, if that is what you are worrying about.” She clamped her lips around a finger.

“No... I will not touch her...”

“You are too confused right now, Mewtwo, you know not what you are talking about.”

“She is undeserving of me...”

Growling, the tiny feline lifted herself up to take hold of his face, glaring into his eyes. She grew more furious when she saw the light flicker inside. “You are too delusional to understand your own words, Mewtwo,” she snarled, digging her claws into him. “Can you not feel the fire burning through your veins right now, your heart pumping in excitement? You are close to receiving the desire you have longed for your entire life. All it took was a simple kiss to her lips for you two to be committed to one another, and you refuse to take the next step. You two have waited long enough! You shall be the mate of Mew, and you shall consummate!”

He tried to turn his head away when she harshly forced him into a kiss. The moment his mouth opened to welcome her in, he was suddenly aware he had no control over his body. His fingers greedily searched and caressed her figure, pushing her closer into him. She hoisted herself further above him, forcing him to slide further into a reclining position. His tail hooked around to teasingly rub against the bulbous end of her own limb, bringing out a carnal, gurgling moan from her. Desperately struggling to keep himself from falling and to pull himself together, Mewtwo quickly and coarsely bit at her tongue and lips in the hopes she'd fall back.

While she gripped him hard enough to cut his cheeks open, all she did was give a rumbling chuckle as she pulled away. Gasping for breath, he spat out “Mew is not mine to do with!”, wincing at the stinging.

“You arrogant mortal, of course she is yours!” Legion hissed. “You are bound by life, by spirit! All that is left are for your mortal bodies to cleave. Do not lie to me any further, you have been desiring for her love. You cannot deny it, you are held under oath. She has been yours since your first kiss!”

Mewtwo stared back like he was in a daze. “...how?”

Mew deeply scowled, then took a breath to fight back a frustrating holler. “'How?' Have you forgotten what Mew told you? What I told you? The kiss is binding, you promised your loyalty as part of the agreement. That was several months ago. However... yesterday, you took it to a high level of commitment, almost celestial. There were very, very few members of her species that took it as far as how you two sealed it.” Taking one of his hands, she flattened the palm against her chest. “Your hearts were open at that very moment, making it perfect for a special connection to develop. You felt in your heart the sorrow and anguish she has gone through. Imagine what she is feeling from you in the afterlife.” Vision falling onto the blood raining down his face, she leaned forward to lick it up.

He let loose a trembling breath, scrunching his eyes shut as his fingers twitched against her fur. As much as he hated to admit it, Legion was right. The horrific memory of Mew's was more than just filled with pain. Every thought he heard had her emotions striking his heart, from excitement and joy, to heartache and anger. The fear and confusion from when she awoke inside the tube... her being forced to be pregnant... then torn between loving and hating the child... Mewtwo understood what she had been through, but hers was different from his own experience, almost the polar opposite. What made it worse was the stripping away of what had remained of her purity, leaving her with nothing except the breath of life.

She was forced to grow up.

No, that wasn't growing up. Loss of innocence doesn't entirely make one a mature being. She was mentally tortured for almost two years, which in turn nearly ended in death. The whole time she was unresponsive, what was she thinking? Did she replay the entire event in her head? Were the spirits, or at least the memory of the scientists haunting her? Had she made a completely different world for herself, a different ending?

...did the child ever cross her mind?

Remorse for her increased the longer Mewtwo thought back on it, wishing he had spent more time with her like his gut feeling had told him to. She was unable to sustain herself, he couldn't bear to leave her behind. Had it not been for the bond between Mew and the Tree (and him being unwelcome), he may not have had to. At least the others had thought of her in some way... but for how long was she alone? As he stared back at the smirk growing on her once-smooth features, he remembered the two Omastar that showed some sympathy for her. Did they give up on her much like the other inhabitants did?

He let out a sorrowful sigh. “Why Mew?” he murmured, almost inaudibly.

“What about her?” Legion questioned back, raising a brow.

He inhaled deeply. “Why did it have to be her? She was so innocent... why would... God allow her to suffer like that?”

“That is like asking why bad things happen to good people. How the hell should I know, I do not even go near God, let alone talk to Him.” She snorted, leaning back. “She must have deserved it for all I care.”

Mewtwo immediately jumped to her defense. “Mew did not deserve it. No one does...”

“You can argue the wicked do not as well, but guess what the outcome was?”

Another shiver ran through his body before he willed himself to push her off him, attempting to stand back up. The moment he did, his wrists were seized upon to hold him against the wall. He didn't bother to struggle, he was too weakened enough he couldn't stand for a long period of time and had to sit back down. Legion wickedly grinned behind a sneer before turning to float off.

“All I know is you are bringing back the Tree of Beginning and you want her pregnant. Why?”

Narrowing her stare, she snarled out, “Whatever gave you that idea? I said nothing of the sort.”

He only matched the gaze, trying his hardest not to tense so much he would tremble. Slowly, her eyes widened, a grimace clenching her teeth. “You... you cannot have figured it out on your own,” she hissed. “Who told you? It was her, was it not?”

A noticeable shiver quivered through her body as her breathing quickened, almost a warning. Mewtwo hurriedly braced himself. Turning away, her hands curled into tight fists. “Sh... shit... I had completely forgotten... She was a spirit... of course she would...” She whirled around, causing his heart to leap in shock at the sight of her flashing eyes. Floating into his face, Mew growled out, “How much did she tell you?”

He had to fight himself to keep from flinching and stammering. “A little, admittedly. But enough was said that it explains why you are so anxious to let me succumb to my urges. She was unable to tell me about the Tree, however, I believe I was waking up then. Or, and I am taking a wild guess here, you discovered a flaw, and attempted to take her from me.”

It was obvious Legion was in a fit of rage, he could feel the evil presence pressurizing around them. Despite his claims to be a spirit, he was good at controlling facial and bodily emotions, though the eyes darkened and the pupils shrank. “What about herself?” was the next breath, strangely constricted. “Did she say why I chose her and not you?”

Mewtwo frowned a little, biting his lip. “She... briefly mentioned it. But she does not know why.”

“That is still proof she knows!” the demon snapped. Mew's tail missed the clone a few inches when it slammed into the wall, cracking it. “And the longer she's there, the more she discovers herself and the plan! Damn, damn, DAMN!” Her energy built up enough she took out her anger on the wall, floor, the ceiling, anything she felt like hitting while avoiding her captive.

He stumbled forward when he ducked, but caught himself before hitting the floor. He almost didn't realize he was free until she screamed out “Fools, why did you unhand him?!”, and he was snatched back. His head sharply whacked against the brick, bringing him to his knees in pain. She then grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to straighten up, pushing him into the wall. He choked back a cry when he felt his sensitive cord squeeze.

“I knew I should have stuck with you!” she hollered, her voice rippling through the room and him. “The plan would have gone simpler and smoother! You may be the strongest alive, and thus it would have been more difficult to keep you in control, maybe, but you would have been indestructible! The other Legendaries would have been dead within hours, and Mew would have had no choice but to sell her body when you demanded of it! She would have delivered the first child and be prepared for another one by now! And the Tree! Oh, the Tree would have fed on enough energy to last a good millennium! But no, she had to get in the way, and change everything!”

She paused, the hateful glare softening to a thoughtful stare, her grip loosening. He cautiously bent his head to release his cord from the pressure, still keeping direct eye-contact. “However... though the plan may have taken longer... it still has a better chance of success,” she slowly murmured. “If I was to remain in your body, I would have been unable to change the unborn child to my liking. I would have to wait until I could touch it. But babies fresh from the womb are occupied with a sinless spirit... they cannot be touched by evil. However... if this body becomes pregnant... I can insert a spirit of my own before God allows one to enter it. It will take over and prevent another one from casting it out... it will be their body... a body we were forbidden to have.”

She quietly let out a chuckle, a sinister, maddening grin splitting her face. Steadily, her laughter increased in mania the more bolder her voice grew. “We will raise a physical army, and live, live on a planet we will inherit all to ourselves. An earth that will officially be the birth place of the third rejected by God! Lucifer will gain his own eternal body, just like we all will! All of Elohim's children will have gotten their bodies like He wanted! It would be like the War never happened! A body! It was all we ever wanted, Father! None of Your children would have been in this mess had You just let us have one! We would have behaved, we all would have lived with You forever, a one big, happy family! That is all You ever wanted, and You would have gotten it had Lucifer been sent down instead of Jehovah! Who is imperfect now, Father?!”

Mewtwo ducked his head and scrunched his watery eyes shut, wanting to get away from the madness enshrouding him. The image of Mew screaming up into the heavens was disturbing to him, it was unlike her. It was something he would do, but this was crossing the line. The way Legion was doing it, it was like he was cursing God while laughing in His face. No, that was too mild—why is he reflecting on it? This was wrong, he would never do something like this, could never tell off the one who let him live.

...could he? Did he?

The cackling finally faded away, leaving behind an unpleasant ringing and emptiness. His head was lifted back up, and his eyes involuntarily opened. Mew's face was still contorted with the smile of a maniac, irises glaring deep into his soul. He shivered, attempting to move his arms to push her away. They remained limply pinned to the wall, though they inched upward to show effort.

She just laughed. “How pathetic. You are just giving up so easily. It is a wonder we have yet to consummate.”

“I do not know what you are planning, but leave us out of it, please!” he implored, fighting back tears. “So you want a body. I am sure you will get one eventually.”

“Oh, did I not tell you? As an evil spirit, I cannot get a body. Ever.” Glancing down at herself, she quickly added, “Of course, as a spirit, I can possess other bodies, but I cannot have one of my own.”

“Because you... rebelled?”

“Precisely. The body is God's gift to all mortals. It is His greatest creation and is one of the greatest gifts. To get it, one has to be born of parents, of course.” She glowered, scanning him up-and-down. “Though there are exceptions... I suppose.”

He wiggled uncomfortably. “What are you getting at?”

“If a spirit is allowed to live inside a man-made body, then surely a demon can have one of its own!” she snapped. “There should be no reason why God would make an exception for you and your clones! All the other clones died, why not you? What makes you special?”

Mewtwo only shook his head. “I have asked myself that many times, so I do not know. Mew thought it was because I was made for her, but it cannot be that. Besides... she only said that because we were...” He quickly pushed the thought from mind.

Legion only smirked. “Ah, yes. Fits of passion tend to make one just scream out inner thoughts, hmm?”

He shuddered, trying to think of something else. “What is it about Mew that you must torment her so much? Why her, why me? What makes us so important?”

She barked out a short, harsh laugh. “You just are not getting it. Let me sound it out for you.” She floated closer to the point their noses squashed, her tiny hands clutching around his neck. Her voice dropped to almost a whisper, her enunciation drawling out. “You control the mother, you command the children. Command the children, and you rule the future.”

His eyes widened, breath catching as cold sweat began to develop. She snickered again, then pulled back. “It never fails. Even the strong-willed will fall. And when we compare yours and Mew's stats, you two will have strong, intelligent, beautiful children, no doubt with equally valiant spirits. It will take a lot of my good minions to convince them to fall away.” Her oculars flashed menacingly. “Luckily, I am in command of this body, and thus everything about it is in my control. I'll choose my best followers to possess the bodies, or if we do not reach it in time, we can brainwash it easily. We demons have such a way with words.”

Mewtwo was nearly speechless, only managing to croak out one word: “Monster!”

Mew let out a wicked laugh. “Go ahead, call me all you want, I heard it all. Still will not change my mind. Although, I would be cautious what you say to me; I may just damage this body beyond repair if I have to.”

A gasp died in his throat, a painful knot twisting in his stomach. “Y-You... you cannot be serious! But... I thought you were using her for...” He couldn't bring himself to say it.

Her expression darkened as she bared her teeth in an unpleasant way. “I am, but only if I have no choice. If I were to leave this body for any reason, I will wreck her to the point she will be lucky to breathe. Mostly, though, I will sterilize her, but if measures call for it, I can mutilate an organ or two. It will not kill her, per se, but it will leave her disabled in a way. However...”

Mew tilted her chin in, flashing a mad grin as she licked her lips. She extended her claws and slitted three deep cuts down her cheekbone to the jaw, then held up the damaged wrist. Smirking, she dug into the wound and widened it. Mewtwo could swear his heart stopped. “I do have this fascination with blood and the heart. I will bleed her dry if I must, maybe even ingest every last drop.” To prove her point, she swiped her paw along the bleeding gashes and licked it. “Or I can stop and restart the heart at will, just for the heck of it. Unless you want to hold it until it stops beating? I can tear it out from her ribcage and give it to you. It would be a rather symbolic gesture, would it not?” She returned to sucking the blood off her hand.

He finally shook his head vigorously, and tore his sight away from her bloody cheek, letting his tears overflow. “No, no more!” he pleaded in a near holler. “Enough, please, I do not want to hear of it anymore! Please, stop hurting her! It is me you want, not her!”

She glanced over, a sly smile spreading on her lips as she watched the teardrops drip to the stone floor. “Really? Will you do anything to get me to leave her alone?” she challenged.

“Anything!” he sobbed out. “Just please, leave her out of it while she is still alive and pure!”

Quirking a brow, she snapped her fingers, and he was released. He wobbly crawled forward a few inches before he curled before her in anguish. She remained in place, staring down at a trembling, broken Mewtwo as he quietly cried and tried to stifle his whimpers. She gave a small “hmph”, crossing her arms.

“I find it hard to believe the world's strongest Pokémon would easily give himself up for the love of his life,” she noted. “You must have really developed a soul all these years to bring yourself to this level. For someone who claims to be a fake, your emotions are real, if strangely close to a human level.” Legion paused while she ran her hand down her cheek again, waiting for the clone to speak his mind. When he didn't, the demon rose the bloody paw to eye-level, and resumed. “Before I forced Mew to attempt suicide, you were the last on her mind. And she admitted to knowing you love her, refusing to believe it may have been a ploy against her emotions to hurt her. She loves you as well, but I take it you already knew that.”

Mew floated down to his level, taking his head into her paws and tilting it back. The tears looked to be endless, smoothing out his usual cold countenance to the exact opposite of a submissive wreck. She let the salt water wash past her hands, leaving smears of watery blood on his left side. “She was difficult to break. I had her in my sight for months, haunting her dreams. She ignored me at first, and when I refused to leave, she had no choice but to acknowledge my existence. It was then she slowly went mad, and I was able to enter her mind, to be her second 'conscious' in a way. She lost sleep because of me, thus making herself more vulnerable to my influences. She tried to fight back, and she did a hell of a job, but in the end, I won.”

She flashed her bloody gash, which Mewtwo for a split second glanced at. “I forced her to spill her blood as her final sin, and what a sin it was. Murder lands you in Spirit Prison, and suicide is no exception. She continues to reflect on it, and thus she stays. She will pay for it as she painfully dies a spiritual death, and hating herself for it. If all goes well, you will cease to be life-mates when the bond breaks. You may see her again in the afterlife, but you will never remember your relationship with her. It will have been just a dream, not reality.”

Realization slowly found its way into clone's eyes, and he moved to push himself away until she caught his hand. “You promised, Mewtwo,” the feline purred, smirking at his trembling form. “You promised you would do anything if it means saving your precious mate. As improbable as it is now, your word is still bound. As is mine.” Mew lightly trailed her fingers across his palm and wrist, leaning down to plant a kiss to it without breaking eye-contact. “You are mine. You will do as I say.” She bent forward and sensually locked lips. “Think of me not as a demon, but as your lover. This body changes nothing of what happens between you and her. Anything you do with me, you do with her. And who knows... I may make her look better in bed.”

He took in a short breath to speak, only for her to silence him. “I want no complaints from you, you are to be completely obedient. If I order you to raise up a new island, or rip apart one of your friends, you will do it. When I ask for the head of said-friend, you will say 'medium or well-done'. I would even tell you to commit hari-kari, and you will obey without question. Am I understood?” He nodded, though it brought a small scowl to her face. “I think you mean, 'yes, Mew.'”

Mewtwo stared in fear for a moment before he nodded once more. “Yes... Mew.”

She smiled, running her knuckles against his cheek. “That is much better. Now... love me.”

As hesitant as he was, the psycat recited a “Yes, Mew” just when they pressed lips.

Mew led the kiss, deepening it with every breath. They touched tongues, making it more overt and salty the longer it lasted. Reluctantly and shakily, her clone ran his hands along her curves, kneading with his fingers, and she reached behind his neck to stroke his cord. She pressed herself into him, lowering her tail down his belly. He let out a groan, bestowing a bite onto her lips to silence himself. She pinched the sensitive organ in warning, then forced him to his feet. Backing up without parting, she pulled him along until she was nearly bent in half running into an obstacle. She gasped, disguising it as a moan when she noticed he had landed on her in the process. Smirking, she took a hand and pressed it against her lower abdomen, close to her thigh.

Mewtwo briefly froze in place, feeling his temperature rise when he recognized her intentions. He tried breaking the kiss, to get himself away from her, but Mew had a tight grip on him. Nipping in frustration, she forced his paw to slip underneath, pushing his fingertips onto her womanhood. At the same time, the tip of her tail rubbed upon a sensitive area, making him squirm and fluster. Afraid of what was coming next, he momentarily pushed himself off, knowing he crossed lines.

She swiftly lunged at him, fire in her eyes. “You try my patience! Even if it means I have to tie you down or knock you unconscious, you are going to uphold the end of your agreement, Mewtwo! How many times am I going to tell you before you get it?! There is nothing wrong with you enjoying yourself, now love me, dammit!”

With shortness of breath, he could only shake his head, trying to pry her off. He didn't struggle long, for the colored lights caught his eye. Now that he was closer, the lights were indeed curiously illuminated from ground. No, it was a pedestal, constructed in a triangular shape with circular markings engraved on the surface. The lights rested at the three points, each containing symbols inside. One was obviously another triangle, but the other two looked more like floral patterns. They all pointed directly to the center, though nothing was visible.

Mew didn't bother to glance over her shoulder, scowling at his confused expression as she rolled her eyes. “Yes, the lights are pretty. Stop looking at them and let us return to what we were doing.”

“What is this place?” he muttered, looking around the room. “More ruins, is it not?”

She huffed, pulling away. “Figures you would not recognize it. Mew might, as could some of the other Legendaries, at least through legend. This is the main chamber of the Sinjoh Ruins where it holds the Mystri Stage. It is said that when Arceus steps onto the platform, he creates an egg. But mortals are fickle-minded, they cannot comprehend the powers of creation. They do not realize this can be used to control the world, if one knows how to use it.”

Mewtwo tore his eyes away in surprise. “You are saying this is a weapon?” he gasped.

“In a way, yes. It can create life, but it can take it away.” Mew floated to the middle of the base. “If a normal mortal attempts to operate this, he or she will right-away faint. Stronger mortals can feel their life-force drain, and may pass out as well. Unfortunately, they will be too consumed by the madness to walk away.” She grinned, spreading out her arms. “Us immortals, on the other hand, are more than capable of keeping it in control. Thanks to the quick thinking of some of the Legendaries, the world has managed to quietly stay on path of prosperity. Yes, Mewtwo, the world has been teetering on edge ever since its birth. But do not go thinking the world has ended because this has been neglected. This is used in emergencies only. It activates itself when it feels the world needs a little power-boost, and sends a signal, alarming a Legendary willing to listen to come work the controls.”

He felt his knees quake, and he leaned against the stage for support. “Then... y-you are saying—”

She cruelly laughed. “I did not bring you here for that, Mewtwo. You are not in the position or power to use it, you never were. You may be a Legendary, but you were never immortal. Had you been foolish enough to attempt this, you will have shriveled up alive. It is a horrible way for the body to die. Now Mew, if she was still immortal for one thing, would have easily brought the world back to order without breaking a sweat. There would really be no need for you all to waste away waiting for trees to grow fruit.”

Mewtwo stared at the glowing circles, slowly shaking his head in skepticism. “This... this is impossible. This structure cannot possibly be tapped into the world's essence... I-I thought the Tree was.”

“It was. But what made you think the Tree existed in the first place?” His eyes widened in sheer awe, turning to the demon. “It is not known who created the Tree, though it is very likely Arceus' doing. But humans have come here in the past and tried to play God themselves. It is believed one of the Golems was brought here and they used it to form the Tree to their liking. They were rather stupid back then, I am sure they followed orders without questioning it. My guess is they brought in Regirock, it would explain why the Tree was a rock formation.” She snorted at her joke. “From what I could gather, it was originally going to be for the earth's benefit. When it was not what they had expected, they went ahead to do it themselves. Somehow, though, the creation had of yet to finish, and something went terribly wrong. Instead of feeding the earth, the Tree now fed itself, shortening the life-span of everyone on the planet.

“Because humans messed with it, it was imperfect. It could no longer stabilize, nor take care of itself, so a guardian was chosen. However, mortals were being used. It needed someone who was would live long enough, and was strong enough to handle its berserks. Killing the Tree was not an option at the time, so in a desperate attempt, Arceus went to Mew and offered her the gift of immortality if she would guard the Tree, and the world to an extent. What he had failed to mention was the everlasting bond the two would share. She learned that the hard way.”

The clone hung his head, not wanting to believe Legion, but the burning, aching feeling in his heart said otherwise. He couldn't deny it if his life depended on it. As mind-blowing as it was, it brought into light the full understandings of Mew's harsh life. She had wanted to get away from it all, and she had to have felt the Tree would end it. As subtle as it was, it only made things worse. A rather selfless desire to serve the world was done from selfishness of wanting a better life. She slowly paid for it over the years, watching a thousand years of change go by.

He wondered if she ever regretted her decision to keep the world at bay. She had to give up her personal freedom to form a symbiotic relationship with it. It could be why she returned after her rampage, it was truly all she had left, her reasoning to continue living. Those months she had spent (forcibly) away from the Tree may not have done much, though the longer he thought about it, perhaps it was harmful? She only did not notice because of the stress in the laboratory, it possibly not once ever crossed her mind. What if, then, her pregnancy failed for that reason?

Though the longer he thought of it, he could not come up with an explanation for how it would have made sense at the time, for if she was protected from it, then so could have the child. He doubted either of the scientists had known about the Tree and her immortality. The poisoned bloodstream was more likely to have been the cause, as she was not truly immune to it, she just could not get sick from it.

There was a blast from above, startling Mewtwo out of his thoughts. He whipped his head up, and quickly jumped back, chunks of the ceiling crashing around and onto the platform, covering them in dust. Mew looked over at him in annoyance, unfazed by the destruction. “We stalled long enough. Let us begin the creation of a better world!”

Dang. I wasn't expecting the Mystri Stage to appear...
Nice job with this chapter too! Its nice for the legendaries to finally seem to care about their jobs! But seriously Legion is having a Cyrus moment O_O

Sprite of Brendan created by ~GloomyDayze, sprite of Red originally created by Da-Suspect (Who has vanished from existence, just like Red did...), and the sprite which is a mix between Lyra and Jasmine, I created, myself. The other two I edited for resemblance to my Trainers, Terry and Forme, respectively.

Thanks. The Mystri Stage was one of the last things I decided to put in before I had the plot figured out. The purpose of it, though, was technically... thought-up along the way xD. Now to figure out how it would work...

Well, a few of them cared about their jobs enough by this time, they just are all tired of everything that's going on. And who can blame them, really. Being an immortal entity for so long can cut down on a lot of things, make them selfish instead of selfless like they should have been. But they're realizing this now, even though it might already be a little too late...

XD Lol, I didn't realize that until you mentioned it. Oops ^_^;. Oh well, nothing to really do about it from this point on. It's already planned out now, though I guess I could cut back on some of the megalomania.

Legion seriously is pushing boundaries, and pushing them farrrr.
I feel sorry for MewTwo, by love, he forced himself to do it, and he really didn't want to, but his word was binding. And only Legion can break the binds. And OBVIOUSLY that ain't happening.

Legion seriously is pushing boundaries, and pushing them farrrr.
I feel sorry for MewTwo, by love, he forced himself to do it, and he really didn't want to, but his word was binding. And only Legion can break the binds. And OBVIOUSLY that ain't happening.

Mewtwo wants what's best for Mew, and if that was the only way to bring her back, he'd have no other choice. But of course, Legion is purposefully leaving things out, so there technically is another way.

Okay, so as I was writing it out, I was getting a little tired of the length, we've had a lot of long chapters so far. So I looked over it and decided it can be broken in half, so it's almost like it's in two parts... in a way. (Together, it's 9,179, so far. I bet you're a little tired of that in one chapter right now.) So I went ahead and did just that.

Not much to explain, really, except I hated this part, and I'm not happy with the chapter ending. I found it difficult to flesh out, especially since I was looking forward to the second half of the original chapter (now chapter fourteen). But hey, best to get the worst out of the way. Changes may be made in the future, depending on if I gain anymore inspiration about it.

“'A better world'?” Mewtwo echoed out, unsure if he had heard it right.

Mew's eyes flared up in some form of excitement as she smirked. “Your definition of 'a better world' may be different from mine, but yes. I want a world that will not reject me and my people. Perhaps that was your intention at one point?”

“Not anymore!” he hurriedly lashed out, though he backed down a little when she glared. “I learned from my mistakes, and have grown to love this world even if it has never loved me. I will never bring myself to return to that state of confusion again. Legion, your intentions may be entirely different, but please leave this earth alone. It has gone through enough trials in its lifetime—”

“DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Using her telekinesis, she lifted Mewtwo up and threw him across the room to collide against the wall, holding him in place. He felt he was being strangled. “You know nothing, mortal! Of all the worlds ever created in the universe, very few are ever this uninhabitable! We were made to damn souls, and if we have to destroy an entire civilization for it to happen, so be it! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to start a world populated only by demons, and you are going to help me whether you like it or not!” Releasing her invisible hold, she turned her back on him when he collapsed to the floor, gazing at the small skylight she had made above her. “It is nearing noon,” she muttered.

Mewtwo looked up in time to see her wave a hand off to the side. Almost immediately, there was a glint at the end of the chamber, streaking into her out-stretched paw where she gave it a squeeze. He watched as the three lights went still.

“At high noon, the rays will directly hit the center, starting up the Mystri Stage,” she slowly explained, causing his insides to freeze up. “Strictly through willpower, I will guide its powers to create the heart of the Tree, using the aura inside this jewel.” She flashed it at an angle that nearly blinded the clone. He saw it was of a pale blue when he squinted. “The rest takes care of itself from there.”

Forcing himself to take a sharp breath, Mewtwo cried out, “Mew's body is mortal now! You attempt to do this, you will destroy her body!”

She cackled, glancing over her shoulder. “You forget that I am in control of the body. It cannot die until I command it to. When I am done here, it will be unharmed, just the way you like it.” When she licked her upper lip, he turned away, hands clenching tightly enough they shook. Another quiet laugh escaped her.

There then came a sudden wave of light raining down into the chamber. The moment it touched the middle of the dais, a white circle illuminated into view. Following it were three smaller circles, and the light spread out into a triangle shape. Before their eyes, more triangular and spherical contours formed, snaking around until the nearly entire surface was engulfed in a blinding glow. The three colorful circles remained the same. Grinning, Mew laid the stone onto the very center, backing a short ways. Raising her hands above it, she began to concentrate.

Struggling to stand, the psycat pleaded out once more. “Please, Legion, think about what you are doing! I-If the Mystri Stage is as powerful as you say it is, you will still hurt Mew!”

Legion ignored him, and Mew's body began to tremble. Developing around her hands were visible signs of energy, much like a dark shadow. The more it grew, the shakier she became. Mewtwo watched in silent awe at the amount being given off, shivering from the sensation of its presence. She dropped to her knees with a grunt, face intensely contorting like she was trying hard to push a scream back. The colored circles slowly faded into white, stretching beams of light into the middle. When it reached the stone, it glowed brightly, then started to sprout. Though noticeably in pain, Mew grinned like mad as she watched the transformation, the pupils showing signs of dilation. Reaching forward, she grabbed onto the pillar.

It may have taken a few moments, but the scream was a horrible mixture of pain and enjoyment. Mewtwo's stomach churned when he caught the scent of burning flesh. The dark aura swirled around the white structure as though it was swallowing it. Gritting her teeth, she tugged an arm up, stretching a spike with her. At other angles, she repeated the same process until it was covered in sharp spires. Then she ran her hands along the edges, slicing her palms, but also smoothing the contours out by slightly curving and widening them. Wherever drops of blood landed, it broke through the energy veil, revealing the crimson, crystalline surface beneath. When she finished, she immediately drew her shredded hands away, and the haze faded, leaving behind the fully-formed crystal structured like that of a scarlet water lily.

She gleamed down at its radiancy, a faint smile on her lips. “My best work so far,” she murmured in a rasping tone. “But it is still rather plain, is it not, Mewtwo? There is not enough red in it.”

He was hastily wrenched forward by another invisible force, slamming directly into the platform's edge and flipping onto the stage close to Mew. While he lay there gasping for breath, she leaned down and slashed his palm wide open, then pressed it to the crystal, smearing it along a spire. He let out a startled cry at the stinging heat, struggling to pull away. She kept a tight grip on him, releasing him only after the color deepened. He horrifically eyed at his burnt hand, taking deep breaths and blinking rapidly to avoid tearing up as he glanced back up at Mew.

“There! The heart is complete!” she exclaimed in such a way, it was like she was worshipping it. An insane smile quirked at the corners when she laughed. “Oh, what a beautiful start to a beautiful world! Look at it, Mewtwo, is that not the most perfect creation you have ever seen? Nothing will ever match it, except for our children! In fact... I want my first love-making here, my first conception—my first birth—right here, in the heart of the Tree. Right here... under the safety of the spires... under the glow of red.”

His face was tightly gripped at when she forced him to look at her. He couldn't help but stare into her demonic eyes as her toothy grin widened even more. “Do you agree, Mewtwo? Is this not the perfect place for us? It is rather symbolic, is it not? Our flesh did not just become one, so did our blood. And when we create, we create with our flesh and blood. I would say it suits us perfectly.”

And then she laughed some more, more maniacal with every second. The clone only gawked at her, unable to bring himself to say a word or to stand to his feet. He had told himself before this was a fake passing itself off as Mew. Now, the longer he watched and listened to her laugh like mad, he was fully convinced she was gone. Nothing was left of her, not even the body. This body was like that of a ghostly skeleton that still managed to bleed. The irises, at least the parts touching the pupils, were colored gray, and not because they hadn't gone outside in who-knows how long.

As she slowly began to show composure, she rocked in place, covering her face in her blistered, peeling hands. With each breath she took to calm her down, they clenched. When she grew quiet, she slid them down her face, leaving behind claw marks. She glared down at Mewtwo, ignoring the six bloody streams running down her cheeks.

“What is the matter, Mewtwo?” she muttered in a dangerously tranquil, almost innocent tone. “Is something wrong? Do you not like my idea? Did the talk of children turn you off? I did not say we would do it immediately after the Tree is finished. It was only a suggestion. Unless...” and she tilted her head, “...do you want our special occasions elsewhere? Were you thinking something similar to a human's honeymoon?” A small, sly smile then twitched on her lips when she noticed he wasn't looking directly into her eyes. “Oh. You have something special planned after all?”

After taking in the disfigured body of his beloved, he locked visions with her. She blinked in some form of surprise. “You are not Mew, you never were, Legion,” he whispered bitterly. “Stop pretending to be her. Look what you have done to her. You had your way with her for too long. Even though you have claimed over and over that you decide the death of her body, you are bleeding her dry, and mutilating it to bring back a godforsaken crystal. And still you expect it to carry a child. How do you know you have not killed her reproductive organs, let alone the ability for her body to grow with the child?”

Her face darkened up, and she slapped him, cutting his cheek open. “Bastard! You are just begging to die!”

He slowly shook his head, refusing to break eye-contact. “No... I am asking you to let her go... so that way if she does die, she will die in my arms. I will then take the punishment the others or God will give to me. Only then will she forgive me fully... and I will have paid for my sins.”

Legion cruelly laughed. “What a fool you are to think that. But it is too late to request it. Now that you gave the Heart your blood, you and Mew are forever servants of the Tree. Once your friends are dead, it shall be you, this body, and the inhabitants of this earth for eternity, replenishing the Tree.”

“The Tree needs aura to survive,” he corrected. “It cannot survive on just the two of us and the other Legendaries forever.”

“You are not listening. I said once they are dead, not the other way around.” She smirked wickedly. “Though actually, you might be on to something.” Then she reached over and touched a spire, and it illuminated brightly. “I suggest you start praying for them. They will be needing it.”

Out of the blue, an earthquake swept in, and the ruins began to crumble around them. Mewtwo immediately levitated, albeit weakly, watching the glassy film spread out across the stage. As the walls and pillars fell apart, they were replaced with crystalline structures, and reshaped the inside of the chamber. Shards protruded out from corners in groups or as individuals, all in the same crimson hue. He could have sworn there was an elevation from beneath, but all he noticed was how the ceiling suddenly transformed into those of gaping jaws above them, and that the skylight had been stretched. Both it and the lily powered up from the sunlight, and slowly orbs of light were exchanged between them in a helix. This new source of energy traveled throughout the room, enveloping it into a bloody glow, and twisting some spires into coils or splitting them at the ends.

He was aware of the continued shockwaves, but by then he had grown amazed at how fast the chamber transfigured itself. He had been expecting large volumes of heat to be expelled, and instead the room began to cool down. Heart pounding against his ribcage, the clone finally choked out, “What is the meaning of this? What just happened?”

Mew barked out a laugh. “This is the Heart of the Tree, it would only make sense it would be the first to form.” She grinned over at him. “And as long as it is alive, the Tree will continue to grow to its full height. There is enough aura for it to do just that and to spread its roots across the world. But I will not worry a bit. Any moment now, my followers shall start the resurrection, and thus be the source of its energy. Until we get some fresh bodies made for it.”

Mewtwo swiftly shook his head, backing away. He stumbled off the stage in the process, only to scoot himself back in attempt to separate space between him and Legion. The maniacal smile split her dark face as she inched for him, irises flashing evilly The closer she got, the more he was consciously aware of his trembling and developing cold perspiration. He was cornered up against the wall, squishing himself into it in desperate hopes it would suck him inside and away from the monster. When she was directly above him, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened in fear.

She gave a deadly purr, leaning forward and tilting his chin up. “But... until then, I have a special punishment for you.”

*~*~*

“Celebi, you're still not in the right condition to move around!”

“I know...” and he coughed.

Mesprit pushed him back against the log. “I'm happy you want to help look for Mew and Mewtwo, but you need your rest. Not that I doubt your quick healing, but you've had a bad concussion. If you pass out—”

“I know, Mesprit,” he repeated for what felt like the umpteenth time that day. “I just... want to contribute.”

“Then contribute by getting better,” Ho-oh told him, a quiet chuckle at the tip of his tongue. “We're glad you're 'feeling' better, but it's best if you stay here.”

“Yeah, someone needs to keep Mesprit company.” Deoxys gave him a thumbs-up from behind the phoenix, who turned to give him a look.

Raising a brow, Celebi leaned back, trying to keep himself erect. “Well... can I just take a bathroom break then?”

They excused him with a warning not to go far, and they joined the group having a quick lunch. Some were scarfing it down, others were barely touching their share. Not everyone was with them, for some had said they were traveling far off in the continent or in another region; the volunteers consisted of Uxie and Azelf, Lugia, and Kyogre. More were expected to join them later. Before they had left, they had gone ahead for a morning prayer (much to the disliking of a few Legendaries) for protection and guidance.

Ho-oh had been persistent they have faith since last night's spiritual experience. He knew their lost friends were still alive, though for how long he refused to dwell on. He may be selfish on making sure they were back safe, as Mew was still believed to be the hope of their future, but he worried about each and every one of his brethren. Ever since Mewtwo spilled his heart out to him, he had that impression his counterpart was important to him, that they were more than just friends. And he came to the conclusion repopulating did not just rely on Mew.

If he didn't count Cresselia, there were six more females needed to be paired up. However, he was sure everyone could have a chance to partake in their duty to start a family. He was more worried about Mew and Mewtwo “sharing” each other, if the belief the Mew species had life-mates were true. While she never told him, he heard from other sources it was what they did. He never wanted to bring it up, in the hopes it was only a theory by scientists.

It seemed, though, they weren't even close to what “life-mate” meant.

As he had never had one in his lifetime, Ho-oh gleaned it from Darkrai's and Cresselia's relationship, of what he knew, anyway. They were as close as Pokémon could get, but then again, they weren't normal Pokémon. They had stayed by each other's side for as long as they have through thick and thin. Adam's death may have nearly destroyed it, but he had noticed they still had something more than friendship between them. Possibly, it was the same between Mewtwo and Mew. What her intentions were for stealing him away was anyone's guess.

“...Ho-oh, sir?”

Blinking rapidly, he turned to Suicune, whose brow was raised quizzically. “Oh, sorry. What is it you need?”

“I am... I've just been thinking about...” Ho-oh trailed off, staring down at untouched pile of berries. It didn't help that a Wiki and Pecha berry happened to be side-by-side.

The North Wind glanced down, noticing the color scheme. “I'm worried too, sir. But it shouldn't be an excuse to not eat.”

He smiled and scooped them up, handing them over to Suicune. “Then you take them.”

She gawked. “But... Ho-oh! You need your strength!”

“So do you. You've been searching long and hard for them, and every night you return exhausted. If you insist on staying here for the day to rest, I'll eat them. But either way you choose, I will continue searching.” He craned his head forward. “Is that clear?”

They stared at each other for a moment until she hesitantly bowed in reverence. He laid the berries before her, and then stood up, looking at the other Legendaries. All of them had been watching in frozen awe at his decision. Shaymin brought it upon herself to step forward.

“Ho-oh, what was that for?” she breathed out. “U-Unless you're fasting, there should be no reason for you to—”

“I'm not fasting,” he corrected her with a smile. “I'm just going back to searching. You all finish your lunches. I shall return by midnight, unless I'm too far away.”

“You going anywhere in particular?” Palkia wondered, popping a berry into his mouth.

“Orre. Anyone's free to join me if they wish.” (Entei's eye twitched, which earned him a few looks.) “For those who don't, I only ask of you to keep me in your thoughts... and prayers.”

When no one offered to follow, he gave a solemn nod, and took off. Everyone gazed off after him until he was gone, then returned to what they were doing. Celebi made his way back to the group, blinking at the absence of the Sky Guardian. “Hey, where's Ho-oh?”

“Gone to Orre for the day,” Jirachi said, frowning at Entei's irregular spasms.

He grimaced. “You don't remember...” He glanced warily at their sister before dropping his voice, “...the dead body Lugia and I saw?”

A memory triggered itself, and he snickered. “Oh yeah, that was priceless. Is that the reason you don't want to go back?”

“Duh! There's still dead people over there! You know we've only buried those up to Ecruteak’s outskirts and New Bark Town. Well, in Johto, anyway. I know others went around the world, but I stayed near here.”

Raikou gave a quiet “pfft”. “You're such a wimp. I went to Lake of Rage.”

“Is that where you got the 'bla' or whatever it was called?”

“At Mahogany Town, yeah. And I think you mean 'bra'.”

The two snorted at the same time, covering their mouths.

“What are you idiots giggling over this time?” Rayquaza called over, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. “Whatever it is, let me join in your little sausage fest.”

Raikou smirked at his brother before speaking up. “Yeah, we were talking about your skinny green ass. I mean, wow.” And they laughed.

“Hey, no one talks about Rayquaza's ass except me,” Deoxys butted in with a scowl. “Besides, you forgot to mention that it looks like it can just pop right off. How much you wanna bet it wriggles on its own?”

“Screw you, Dorkxys!”

The alien obscenely raised a finger. “Right back at you.” The two brothers roared.

Suicune reached over to smack one of them, catching the thunder beast by the paw. “Want me to separate you two? God, why do you do this?”

They glanced at each other before shrugging. “We don't know,” they said in monotone unison.

She gave a warning snarl, then paused, jerking her head to the trees. Quizzically, the group copied, some only taking a glance and scoffing to themselves. Latias frowned, clinging to her brother as a precaution. “What's everyone looking at?”

“I think it's more of a 'looking for',” he amended softly, placing a hand on her head. She shuddered.

They all strained their ears to listen, a few holding their breaths. Heatran buried his feet into the ground for a brief moment. “I'm feeling seismic waves,” he announced. “They may be small, but they're... growing?”

“What do you mean by that?” Zapdos asked, even though he and his sisters spread out their wings. “And why did you sound so uncertain?”

As though on cue, the ground began sliding beneath their feet. Mesprit immediately lifted Celebi and herself into the air, prompting others to do the same. The moment the last foot was off the dirt, however, the quakes ended. They stared at it in confusion, but none of them dared to land back down until they were sure there were no shock waves.

Deoxys set down all the bodies he carried and sat cross-legged on a cracked boulder. “Heh, that wasn't so bad,” he said smugly, throwing his arms behind his head.

Right next to him, a shard of crystal broke through, startling him into tumbling to the ground and crawling away, spouting out gibberish.

As humorous as it was to see the alien become frightened, they were just as surprised. It quickly turned to wonder as more spires pierced through the ground and even from roots of trees. As beautiful as they were, the crimson shine they gave off was menacing.

Mesprit, after straightening up the pixie, added her thoughts. “So, if it's completely destroyed, then why are its crystals showing up? And why way out here?”

Just as he was about to answer, the glowing of the spires caught his and everyone's attention. The lights seeped down into the earth as quick as they came, and there was a quiet period of inactivity. They all refused to move, afraid to set things off.

Grinning to himself, Raikou attempted to lighten the mood. “So... err...” His eyes fell on a small pile of berries. “Anyone going to claim that?”

From behind him and Entei, a pair of haggard, peeling arms broke their way out of the dirt. Shaymin screamed at the sight, and the brothers swerved around, momentarily regretting it. The exposed bones crackled as the limbs bent down to claw at the dirt. They watched as muscle began to grow in, strengthening the arms, and the skin stretched itself to tightened alongside the bones as pigment returned. It stopped digging to wiggle the fingers, then pushed down and strained to lift the rest of the body above the surface.

It succeeded.

The Legendary Beasts screamed out in horror and ran to hide behind their sister, who was too frightened to look away. Snapping its neck back into position and smoothing its matted hair out, it turned its head in their direction, the regeneration of tissues and skin swiftly spreading throughout its torso and face. It wasn't hard to tell it was a human man (even with the chest molding out) just from the skeleton structure of the shoulder blades and jawbone. Eyelids, ears, and a nose melded around the sockets, as bushy eyebrows sprouted out from the clean flesh. The teeth whitened as lips pulled themselves over the bone to hide them from view, and the chin was sculpted into a cleft. When the eyelids opened, the white globes were just receiving the lenses of the corneas. The moment the man blinked, the eyes were normal, except for the slitted pupils.

The regeneration had been quick, but for the Legendaries who hadn't once blinked the moment the previously-decomposing body popped out, it was painful to watch it all happen step-by-step. Stomachs churned, only for the growing ill to make themselves unable to vomit. It was when the human grinned a perfect smile did time seem to flow again, and they remembered why they were so frightened. All around them, bodies dug themselves out of their graves, humans and Pokémon alike, as the restoration of their broken bones and dead skin took place. Most of them were finished when they pulled their full, perfectly-healthy (and naked, though some were partially clothed) forms out of the holes, looking around their surroundings and even staring at the quaking Pokémon.

Entei then broke their silent demeanor by hollering out a high-pitched shriek. “ZOMBIES! OH, MY GOD, THEY WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG!”

Raikou, after getting some awkward, breathy screams out of the way, helped back him up. “And you told us they were fake, sis! I hope you're looking well and kicking yourself for it!”

Celebi, with Mesprit squeezing him in fright, swallowed down bile to glance at the crystals. “I-I don't believe it,” he gulped. “They brought the dead to life... and rejuvenated their bodies.”

“All in favor of running, say 'aye'!” Zapdos gave a suggestion, tugging onto his sisters' wings.

Just as most of the Legendaries gave their votes, the first human male spoke up, smiling rather smugly. “Ah, the legends of old!” he exclaimed, clasping his hands. “What are the odds we would end up here with them?”

Suicune passed out from shock.

The Volcano Pokémon gave another ear-splitting outcry. “You zombies killed my sister!” he accused, trying to glare despite his wide-eyed stare of horror.

The man only laughed, and the congregation of newly-living corpses joined in. “Oh, if only we were allowed to.” He wiped at a fake tear. “Unfortunately, we were only ordered to raise up these bodies for ourselves, and to take you all to Legion.”

“Who the hell is Legion?” Groudon grunted, shaking off his surprise.

Raising a brow, he glanced up at the gargantuan. “I take it he has of yet to show himself? You must not be that important to him, then.” He raised a brow. “Though why he would want you at the Tree escapes me.”

The Legendaries quietly gasped. “What are you talking about?” Shaymin whimpered, shaking her head. “Are you saying it needs to be fed?”

A Ledyba perched itself on the human's shoulder, smirking. “Maybe it does,” it drawled out. “We were just ordered to take you and your friends there.”

“Ah, now I remember why!” the man proclaimed, snapping his fingers. He titled his head in their direction. “He mentioned something about two friends dying to meet you. No, really. The pun is not a pun, they really are dying. Or was it just the one? I could have sworn he was draining both of their life-sources away...”

“Wow, exactly what possessed Legion to make you a captain?” the Pokémon scoffed, rolling its eyes. One of them ended up popping out of its socket, causing Latias to scream and faint. “Damn eye, I thought these bodies were perfect now.” It twisted it back in place.

“They are, you are just an idiot.” He shrugged it off, and pointed at the group. “Obey our command, or you shall be apprehended.”

“Yeah, and we will drag you to Hell!” a younger-looking man, one of the few wearing tattered clothing, shouted out from near the back as he pumped a fist into the air.

Giratina suddenly chortled, fanning his wings. Everyone stared at him, his fellow Legendaries flinching at his tone. “You've got to be kidding us, really...” He took a breath. “This... this has to be some stupid dream we're all having. I mean, what are the odds, really? Who here is stupid enough to believe that a small army of people, humans and Pokémon respectfully, can rise from the dead? You keep your mouth shut, Latios,” he added to the side. “Meanwhile, they're here to take us to this 'Legion' proclaiming they're temporarily using bodies for the Tree, that is gone from the face of this planet, and threatening us damnation if we don't listen.” He laughed again.

“Giratina, shut up,” Darkrai hissed through his teeth, nervously glancing between him and a nearby group.

The dragon continued to snort in amusement. “I know demons, I've personally seen them. And these aren't demons, you should know that, Darkrai. Just because they can posses bodies and raise them from the dead doesn't automatically make them a demon. A bad spirit, maybe, but not a demon.” He shrugged. “They're the least of our problems. We can just destroy the bodies, it's not like they're immortal or something.”

Jediah glanced at the perched Ledyba and his peers with a slight smirk, then looked back at the Legendaries. “Oh you are correct, Giratina, we are the least of your problems.” The smile grew more menacing, and he scooped up a handful of dirt. “We are only servants to Lord Legion. If you need someone to fear, it should be him. Do not mind us. Not that you will in your sleep, anyway.” He threw it into Raikou's eyes, as he was the closest.

The beast screamed and attempted to swipe it out before a Bellsprout tossed particles over him. He fell unconscious next to Suicune a few moments later.

“Take them down!” the man commanded. “Those inhabiting the Pokémon will take down the larger entities!” The army advanced forward.

Shaymin quickly got over her shock. She cried out a “Run!”, and ignoring Zapdos' boasting of “I told you so!”, they all fled as fast as they could.

They were jumped in a blink of an eye, and though they all fought back, the smaller Legendaries were quickly subdued by the humans, Celebi being one of the first to succumb to unconsciousness, followed by Mesprit and Jirachi, but not without a fight. Those who could fly took off, only to be pursued by local flying Pokémon by the numbers. Their speeds were incredible, and they bombarded them, plucking out feathers, and pecking and clawing them. Their attacks may have slowed them down, but wearied them out. No matter how many of them they hit, they shook it off and came for a second, even third round. All was lost when the humans below shot them down with crude arrows and other weapons they had scavenged from the town.

Entei and Deoxys, the only two with the highest speed, had grabbed as many as they could and carried them off. They failed to overlook other groups outside of Cherrygrove who, on some impulse, attacked them at random and snatched their friends who hollered at them to continue running. They found it useless in the long-run, ending up being tripped and tackled. Though the alien morphed into his other forms, he over-estimated the strength of packs. His Defense Mode failed to protect him, and his jewel was cracked in the process.

Groudon, Rayquaza, the three Sinnoh Alpha legends, and Regigigas were slowed down by the barrages of possessed Pokémon, but they made an effort to fight back and try to give the others a chance to escape. No matter how many attacks they threw at them, at how much they stomped them into the ground, they kept coming back. Even if their bodies were broken, they fixed themselves right up, and gave their all. A few Grass-types that were there held them down with their roots and vines while tossing Sleep Powder and Stun Spore into the air, others went ahead to pound them with all they got.

“Damn it all, they won't die!” the land titan roared out after the umpteenth Pokémon he stepped on rose up, snapping its limbs back to normal. He went to punt it, only to accidentally kick Palkia's backside.

“What the heck was that for?!” His distraction cost him his defense, and a Heracross' horn punctured the pearl-colored jewel on a shoulder. He gave a startled gasp, and he tumbled back into his rival, knocking them down. The surrounding Pokémon then proceeded to blind them with sand and shower them with Sleep Powder. The remaining Legendaries raged on.

Jediah only watched excitedly from the sidelines as his fellow minions brought them all down one-by-one, not bothering to hold back a victorious smirk. His eyes brightened at the spilling of blood from both sides, and he couldn't help but cackle. He caught the glint of Giratina's glare before a blow made direct contact with the dragon's head.

Giratina needs to learn to keep his mouth shut, and not underestimate his opponents... Yeesh! I read this earlier on FF.net, but I'm commenting on here telling you how awesome this was, etc. etc. I cant wait for the next part though :3

Sprite of Brendan created by ~GloomyDayze, sprite of Red originally created by Da-Suspect (Who has vanished from existence, just like Red did...), and the sprite which is a mix between Lyra and Jasmine, I created, myself. The other two I edited for resemblance to my Trainers, Terry and Forme, respectively.

FormeEon: Lol, both him, Deoxys, Lugia, and Entei need to learn to do that xD. It got them in trouble in the past, but they just never learn. I take it you're not a member on FFN, you just go there, eh? Heh, anonymous reviews are available, but you're free to do what you want. Thanks!

Aslynn♥Pokemon: In chapter twelve, Legion mentioned his fascination with blood, though obsession may be the correct term. That, and he knows that as long as he's in control of Mew's body, he can mutilate her all he wants and still keep her "alive". I like as well Celebi's behavior for the whole thing, even though I do feel bad for beating him up, lol. But mainly it's because he knows Mew would never have hurt him, and he has already forgiven her. He just has to tell her himself.

Sorry for not commenting about the new chapters, but I kinda have 2 awnsers on the question "Why the f-word don't you comment on your fave fic?" Awnser 1: I have been chaught in the Youtube trap. I'm obsessed and addicted of Youtube in every way, and by watching an insane ammount of c***, I am limited to scool, rugby training, Youtube and eating Corn Flakes (I'm obsessed with eating Corn Flakes too, for some reason. Don't ask me if you are'nt sure you don't want to know. The story about it is kinda scary.) Awnser 2 is that I think that this fic has gotten worse since Legion came into it. I was happy about the plain comendy and drama. I don't think it is a good idea to bring Christianity into Pokémon, since the two topics don't have a s*** to do with each other (I am an Atheist, if you want to know. I don't like Christianity at all, and I have several valid reasons. Ask me if you don't believe me.) But the new chapter was different. Zombies. Zombies! ZOOOMBIEES!!! I love zombies. Not in the way you love your dad or your new puppy, but I just think they are cool and just awsome. I'm missing the mindless screams for brains, but I like the chapter (and the zombies) overall, because I started to understand Legion's plan. I also don't understand Legion's plans over possesing Mew. He could have possesed Mew in the future after Legion had made the c*** that I did'nt really understand in the new chapter, so he would'nt take the oblivious risk to kill Mew? Or... Did he do that to hold Mewtwo under control...? I'm still kinda confused.

"Because if you didn't believe in evolution, you were a shitty pokemon trainer!"

Hikaru 200: Lol, I don't like zombies either, but these are a different kind of zombie. Entei and Raikou are just idiots have hung around human civilization too long that they know these things, even though Suicune told them over and over they don't exist.

And about Mew, I think you'll like the next chapter . Just saying.

digipoke1: Thanks! I added you on the PM list, since you have dropped implied hints in the Games forum.

iCakeify: Hoo boy, your reply. It's all over the place, I don't know how to answer most of it ^^;. Let me see what I can do about it.

Sorry for not commenting about the new chapters, but I kinda have 2 awnsers on the question "Why the f-word don't you comment on your fave fic?" Awnser 1: I have been chaught in the Youtube trap. I'm obsessed and addicted of Youtube in every way, and by watching an insane ammount of c***, I am limited to scool, rugby training, Youtube and eating Corn Flakes (I'm obsessed with eating Corn Flakes too, for some reason. Don't ask me if you are'nt sure you don't want to know. The story about it is kinda scary.)

I never really questioned why you weren't replying, I figured you were busy with school and all that x3. Hey, corn flakes are good for you. I don't eat them plain, I prefer the Frosted Corn Flakes (you know with Tony the Tiger, if that's what you were referring to). Lol.

Awnser 2 is that I think that this fic has gotten worse since Legion came into it. I was happy about the plain comendy and drama. I don't think it is a good idea to bring Christianity into Pokémon, since the two topics don't have a s*** to do with each other (I am an Atheist, if you want to know. I don't like Christianity at all, and I have several valid reasons. Ask me if you don't believe me.)

To each their own.

Honestly, I was worried about posting the story at first because of the reasons you've written down. The story wasn't originally going to be like this, but it turned out that way. Honestly, I don't exactly know why. I wanted to go for a romance that was pure and a little different from what the other romance stories are like. However, I was taught that love is of God, and from God comes all things good. Love is good, we all know that, and it's a natural good, as it's all around us. The world has always been trying to stomp the true idea of love into the ground, and it has always made me sad that people would throw around love like it was an object.

So I suppose the story formed around that idea and turned into what you see today. All I wanted to do was write a story that shows love is pure, but we cannot have that love without a little help. I also borrowed a little something from a friend who believes that you cannot love other people until you love yourself. Most of the characters here have that problem, mainly Mewtwo in general. He hates himself for being a clone and for being more of a human than as a Pokémon. And then Mew, who has always loved everyone, has lost that love since she was impregnated for a cloning experiment and when the baby died. She can't forgive herself for it, and thus she stopped loving.

Legion is a mastermind at making everything worse, being a demon. All he cares about is getting a body and damning souls to be as miserable as he is (because that's what Lucifer wants), and he doesn't care who he hurts as long as he gets it.

But yeah, that's some of my reasoning that I feel I should put down.

But the new chapter was different. Zombies. Zombies! ZOOOMBIEES!!! I love zombies. Not in the way you love your dad or your new puppy, but I just think they are cool and just awsome. I'm missing the mindless screams for brains, but I like the chapter (and the zombies) overall, because I started to understand Legion's plan. I also don't understand Legion's plans over possesing Mew. He could have possesed Mew in the future after Legion had made the c*** that I did'nt really understand in the new chapter, so he would'nt take the oblivious risk to kill Mew? Or... Did he do that to hold Mewtwo under control...? I'm still kinda confused.

Lol, a lot of people love zombies, but like what I told Hikaru, I'm not a zombie fan/believer, and these are a different kind of "zombie". I have of yet to see a movie where a zombie has a body that's whole and perfect. Then again, these bodies aren't perfect either as shown with the Ledyba.

He needed someone to work the controls. He's only a spirit, what can he do besides possess bodies? And to make bodies, one needs to have a body. Mew and Mewtwo are among the strongest of the Legendaries, and thus he believes that the two can make strong children. But he has to use trickery and deception to make it work. He has part one of his plan finished, resurrecting the Tree, which he used to help motivate his weaker minions to inhabit the bodies as a fuel source. And also to bring down the Legendaries. He could kill them all himself, but he likes the suspense xD. And so he could break Mewtwo's mind even further.

That's another reason. In Mewtwo Returns, it's revealed Mewtwo has a powerful will. While he did try to take over Mewtwo earlier, he was putting up a fight. Mew has the weaker will as a result of her being an experiment, so after knocking her guard down and weakening her further, he took her over. He knows Mewtwo will not hurt Mew anymore, because he loves her, and thus he manipulates her body to drive Mewtwo to madness and obedience. Even though Mewtwo has of yet to give himself up to Legion, he's grown weak enough now, both in body, mind and spirit, to stop him.

I hope that's answered most, if not all of your questions ^^.

I'm a little over half-way done with chapter fourteen which should help a little bit as well, and should be (should be being the keywords here) a little hopeful. It's "special" in a way, well I think it is xD.

Second half, a.k.a, the long-awaited chapter I have stressed about in the past. I hope you aren't disappointed. It's probably also the one many of you have been waiting for, and I thank you for being patient with me about it. However, like other chapters, this is subject to be added on in the future if it calls for it. (Gee, I haven't been too happy with a lot of these chapters lately for some reason.)

Though I do must warn you, this is probably the chapter with the most religious references in it, twice as much if not more than in chapter nine.

Enjoy!

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Chapter Fourteen:Transcend

“For a small moment I have forsaken thee,
but with great mercies will I gather thee.”
-- 3 Nephi 22:7

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It was dark and quiet; it had been for a while. She couldn't remember if she had lost her senses or if she was isolated in an empty space. As much as the silence was welcoming for a while, she was feeling herself growing mad from it. All she had to keep her company were her recurring memories. Unfortunately, many of them weren't happy memories. No matter how much she had tried to focus on the good, the bad kept pushing through, almost like they were mocking her. They became burdens as they all flooded around her, weighing her down to a quivering wreck. With each flashback she had, her wounds seemed to deepen. She was sure she was crying blood instead of tears—it was rather ambiguous, though, as she was still bleeding.

The wound on her arm wouldn't stop flowing, no matter how much pressure Mew applied on. Her paws were her only available tourniquets she had in the suffocating void, and they were useless within minutes. The agonizing throbs were steadily worsening, causing her unrest, and the deafening silence forced her to talk to herself as a distraction. She had mumbled at first, then resorted to screaming and wailing when it wasn't enough. Secretly, it was in the hopes someone would hear her. The tiny Legendary didn't know how long she was there, but she was craving the sound of another voice. It didn't matter what it was, just as long as she knew another living being was nearby.

Her voice had finally given out, and the pain had become so unbearable it was now almost a part of her. If it were to make her feel better, she would hurt herself. She convinced herself she had an endless amount of blood in her, that losing a pint or two wouldn't be felt. It was the only way she knew she was still alive, the only physical being left in existence. With each self-infliction, Mew individually cursed her friends, envisioning them in her minds what their reactions would be like if they were to see her cutting herself. Even though her vocal cords were hoarse, she laughed at them, her inner bitterness becoming almost a form of hatred.

She had collapsed in exhaustion some time ago. She could still feel her veins emptying out around her, and she wished she could die. It was a frightening concept, and though her heart told her not to give up, Mew wanted it to end. Breathing was painful enough as it was, thinking tired her out, and movement was now nearly impossible. She was ready to give up the ghost.

But he wouldn't let her die.

Legion had told her himself this was her eternal torment. She didn't believe him at first, a mistake she now solely regretted quickly. It didn't help she, in his words, “crossed the line” by appearing to Mewtwo. The demon had personally dragged her to this place where he claimed no one would find her, and that she wouldn't interfere in his plans again. So far, he was right. In between her depleting sanity, she could feel the growing effects of his possession of her body. Most of the serious injuries were of his doing, though it became hard to distinguish as time went on.

She managed out a dry sob, burying her face into the bloody pool. “Wh...why?... why... does it hurt? I can't... I can't take this...” Her eyes closed tightly. “Someone... or God... just let me die. Let us all die... it hurts...”

She was ready to succumb to the surrounding darkness when she became aware of a hint of light. It was nothing more than a pin-point, reminding her of what a star looked like from the ground. So small and insignificant, yet she kept an eye on it. There was no reason why she showed interest in it, but it had been a long time since she had last seen anything.

Mew wept again, wincing when she curled a hand. “No more... I can't do this anymore...” She ducked her head as she sobbed, but couldn't stand the acrid smell of her blood. Upon glancing up, her breath caught in a quiet gasp.

A lone figure, all in white, was making its way in her direction in a steady pace. It was the source of the light, like it was literally emitting off of the being. The stranger, once Mew grew used to the luminosity and when the personage was more viewable, looked to be a human woman with a long-sleeved, flowing dress and silver, curly, impossibly-long hair. However, she ended up blinking, and upon a closer inspection, she turned out to be a young girl with a different appearance altogether. She still wore a dress, but it was to her knees, revealing sandals on her now-exposed feet. Her hair was of a decent length down her back, the color a shining aqua-green. The only similarities were a loving smile was on her face, and that the eyes were like the noon-day sky. She looked to be no older than six.

Unable to look away, Mew could only remain where she was when the child paused before her. They stared each other down until she spoke, her voice echoing slightly. “You must be Mew.”

A small frown painfully manifested itself. “So what if I am?” she rasped out.

The girl was unfazed as she bent down. “That's a good question,” she mused. “I've met other Mew before, but they were all different. None of them were as beautiful as you, though.”

The feline vainly attempted to push herself away almost immediately. “I'm not beautiful... I'm just like any other Mew.”

“Not really.” She had a grin that made her squint. “While you are all similar, each of you are different. What separates you all are your hearts. So far, you have the most love in your heart.”

“No, I don't!” she snapped, forcing herself to sit up and show her slashed arms. “Does this look like I'm full of love right now?! I can't stand it anymore! I was doing fine until he showed up! And look what he made me do!”

She realized what she had just said and hastily amended herself. “Sorry about that, I didn't mean to... just forget I said that.”

The girl giggled. “I don't think you're telling the complete truth.”

“No, my apology is sincere.”

“I know. I was talking about your injuries.” She gazed sadly at the crimson puddle around them. “You wouldn't be bleeding so much if your heart wasn't hurting to try to get rid of all that love.”

The feline held back a whine, dropping her eyes to her trembling arms. “This isn't love,” she murmured weakly. “Love isn't supposed to hurt like this.”

“Sometimes it does. It's in your blood.” She pointed a delicate finger at the deep wound. “If blood sends love all around your body, then a cut is a work of carelessness that wishes to destroy that love. The worse it is, the more love you lose. Cuts like these are what you would call 'hate'.” She lifted her large eyes up to cross visions. “Someone made out of love wouldn't have hurt you like this.”

As much as she was making sense, Mew was saddened by the child's innocent reason of logic. I'm either not explaining it right, or she's missing the point, the dear, she sighed to herself. She tried again. “I'm saying that Legion, a demon, made me hurt myself.”

The girl nodded. “I know.”

“But you brought up Mewtwo.” She blinked. “Speaking of, how'd you know about him?”

The young miss toothily grinned, brightening her countenance. “In the Spirit World, you know about everyone.”

Regardless of how happy she stated it, it concerned the Legendary. In her inner anguish, she had completely forgotten she was on the other side, that it was the result of her remembering everything about her life. It explained that the longer she was with this little one, the more she looked familiar.

Waving it off, however, she brought herself to reluctantly nod. “Oh... right.”

Tilting her head, the human girl reached forward to place a hand on her shoulder. It was warm and very comforting. “Why does Mewtwo make you hurt so much?” she queried. “The more you think about him, the more your love bleeds out.” Her eyes focused on the six long cuts on her cheeks. “This Legion must not want you two together.”

Mew's ears drooped as she bit her lip, breaking the gaze. “No... he wants us together, but in the way he wants it,” she started off, wringing her hands. “Mewtwo and I... we're... we're life-mates. We have been for several months now. I just... didn't want to admit it. He says he didn't mean to, but since I returned the affection, we formed that bond...”

“Like a marriage?” the lass defined, beaming.

She shrugged. “Something like that... if you want to get all technical with it. But it's really more of a promise.”

“Like a marriage.”

A scowl crossed her features. “Human marriages deal with legal contracts. Life-mates, on the other hand, are more about accountability and being a team.”

Shaking her head, the child resolved, “A marriage is a promise between a man, a woman, and God that they would be together always. If being a life-mate is similar to that of a marriage, then it's the same as a marriage.”

“You're getting it mixed up.”

“How can I? Your definition of 'life-mate' is much like my definition of 'marriage'. Some Pokémon see it differently than others, though, like you and Mewtwo, and Cresselia and Darkrai.”

Mew's heart sank at the mention of the two. “Look, kid, I know you mean well—”

“Amber.”

“...is that your name?”

She nodded. “On Earth, anyway. I have a heavenly name, but you can call me Amber.”

Something in her mind told her she should have already known that, but she pushed it back. “Well, at least now I have a name to go with that pretty face.”

Amber laughed, a pleasant sound of tinkling bells. “Anyway, Mew, you gonna continue explaining to me about you and Mewtwo?”

“But I thought you said you know everything,” Mew reminded her suspiciously.

“I do. I just wanna hear your side of it.”

She found herself smiling. “You know, it's funny what the future holds. Mewtwo and I never got along at first, we used to fight. When we came to a truce, we went ahead and tried to at least get to know each other better, just for it to be more of a friendly rivalry. But... as the years came and went... we wouldn't leave each other alone. Well, actually that was me. I kept bothering him just about every week or something like that. He must have gotten so sick of yelling at me and running off, he went ahead and put up with me.” A quiet laugh escaped her. “Oh, I knew he wanted nothing more than to silence me for good, but he couldn't do it. We managed to become good friends, getting together whenever we could... if the Tree let me.”

Noticing the sad look in the feline's eyes, the girl took hold of a paw, ignoring the blood. “When did you fall in love with him?”

Glancing over at Amber, Mew let out a sad sigh. “It's... hard to tell. When we were just friends, he asked me a question about love, and I told him that friendships counted as love. I didn't think much about it until after I returned to the Tree. I found it strange how even though I knew about love, I couldn't explain to him what 'true love' meant.” She snorted. “Even so... it was then I realized I didn't know what it really meant to be in love, if that's what he was originally talking about. Loving people I could do easily, but to have feelings for someone... of passion... that was a different story. I don't know when it was I fell in love with him, but I loved him enough that... I kissed him back.”

She trailed off, and she lost herself in that fateful memory. Whether he felt like it was his duty or not, he returned her from near-death, and from herself... from when she had lost everything that was going to be her life. While she had proudly told him she could take care of herself, inside she had known how incapable she was, and even Mewtwo knew that much. He did the only method that was available to him at the time, and she spat in his face about it. Still, despite all that, he had to finish the job. As much as she had wanted to hurt him, to remove herself from the situation, she stayed. She figured that was all it was going to be, and he would leave her alone after that.

Intentionally or not, the moment became intimate... and when his soul revealed itself unto her, it sparked something inside her she had not felt in a long while. It had healed her without her conscious approval. And then she found herself lost in a kiss, the first step on the long road to recovery... to a love she had desperately desired.

She had chosen Mewtwo to be her mate.

Amber jolted her back to the present when she drew her into a hold, squeezing her close. Almost immediately, she felt more at peace with herself. “What made the kiss special, Mew?” she inquired in a curious tone.

Mew thought on it some more, growing more aware of a flush rising to her cheeks. “He was healing my heart without knowing why. I'm sure had things been different when he was trying to heal me the first time... maybe then, I wouldn't have been so harsh with him. I would have been more... consciously willing to make the decision of him becoming my mate when he was ready to confront me about it. Maybe then... we wouldn't have been so afraid to try...” Slowly, she raised a hand to rest it on her stomach, and closed her eyes as she took a shaky breath. “He was trying to mend our already-thin bond before... this happened. I just... I was nasty to him because I was afraid... I didn't know it was Legion that made him hurt me at the time, and I told him to never touch me again. But we both knew we had a special connection by then... that we couldn't keep denying it. H-Had I let him kiss me again that night, to let ourselves be more intimate with each other, we may not have been in this mess. Maybe... if it was possible, I would have conceived.”

She clutched Amber's hand tightly as she fought back tears. The girl nodded in understanding. “It's what you both want, right? A baby?”

Mew swallowed. “Well, I do... even though it may never replace what I felt when I was... pregnant the first time. I'm not entirely sure about Mewtwo, but I want to show him he is capable of giving me children. A baby will be the final step in the recovery for both him and I. And... it'll also be the proof of our love. I want him to know that I love and support him by bearing his children, and by always being there for him. If it turns out he is unable to produce offspring after all, I will still love him. I don't want him to think that because we end up childless I will leave him for someone else. He's been alone for so long... I-I just want him to be happy.”

Choking back her sobs, she rubbed at her eyes until they started to sting. Glancing down at her hand to find it still bloody, she allowed her tears to flow. Amber's smile never changed, though she gazed down in a look of compassion. The Legendary spoke again, not bothering to hide the sadness in her voice. “However... there cannot be true happiness i-if we have some grievous memory or sin on our shoulders. Right? I know I did things I'm not proud of. Whether on purpose or not, I have killed people. I can still feel their blood on me... hear their tortured screams... Bridget's pleading...” Breath sticking in her throat, and the images flashing before her eyes, she immediately shook her head with a quiet whimper. “I'm not alone in this, though... I think. Well, Mewtwo never went into detail, but he has killed before. A-And he can be manipulative. I accidentally overheard him say he... that he is part human, and because of it, he got those characteristics. These memories must be haunting... weighing him down over the years. I don't think he can ever forgive himself for it.”

She paused for a moment until she dropped to a murmur. “He believes he took advantage of me at Mount Quena because of that. Again, he didn't tell me directly... well, he must have been planning on it or something. But still, he feels he's not fit to be my mate, for a few notable reasons, of course. According to him... he violated me. He views himself as someone unsuitable to love or be loved because of who he is. I know Mewtwo as a close friend of his... I had just never heard him say that before. I mean, yeah, he has put himself down before no matter how many times I've told him he's unique. You must have seen Mewtwo if you know about him. Everything about him is man-made, but he's beautiful. In fact... about two nights ago, if not yesterday—unless I've been in here longer than I thought—we literally had a soul-to-soul talk. And he's just so... oh, Amber, if beauty ever exceeds in itself, it would be Mewtwo. As imperfect as he is, he's gorgeous. Very...”

Upon thinking back on the memory, Mew shuddered, still feeling the lingering touch of his body and their kisses. The thoughts that had gone through her head were still clear: those of dread, anxiety, desire... and regret. She hadn't meant for them to go far. She knew he would stop himself, but when he would had been the real question. All she had wanted to do was forgive him and to give him an opportunity to let him forgive himself. His emotions had been too much. While he loves her, he had gotten out of control to the point he called it lust. But she knew it wasn't true. She put all her trust in him, putting herself on the line. It was the near-rape she hadn't counted on. As traumatizing as it was, the moment she saw the remorseful look in his eyes, she knew she had been right all along. The temptation failed, if just barely. Still, she knew he hadn't yet forgiven himself for it.

Amber retained her silence and hold on the trembling Mew, petting her in consolation. Slowly, her eyes closed, and she drew in a breath. “Adam fell that men might be,” she let out in a breath, trailing off.

The petite feline blinked up at her, puzzled. When the girl didn't respond any further, she inquired of her, “And that is?”

The smile grew sad, and she sighed. “Oh, Mew. How could you forget that?”

“Forget what?”

She pulled Mew up to stand alongside her. “I have something to show you,” she whispered, tightly gripping her hand. “I feel you need to know about it.”